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You know those days when you just don’t feel like looking anyone in the face? The days you just want to either lay in bed and do nothing or sit on the couch and watch crap on TV while you eat junk? The days you just have no motivation to do anything? The days that you call in sick to work even though you’re really not sick, you just can’t imagine going? You decide to take a sick day for “mental health” reasons and then just spend the day vegging out at home. Alone. We’ve all had these days, right?
Well, I think that the hardest part about being a stay-at-home-mom is that fact that I can’t do that. I can’t call in sick and just veg out on the couch on the days that I just don’t feel like seeing anyone or doing anything. My bosses count on me to show up every day and fulfill all of my duties. Their lives depend on me. I have to get out of bed. I have to make breakfast. I have to change diapers. I have to play dress up. I have to color. I have to clean up spills. Even if I don’t want to.
Once in a while I want to be sitting on my couch with my feet up in the middle of the day without having to prepare someone’s lunch or read someone a story. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t change being a stay-at-home-mom for anything in the world, but I still have those days. And I know I’m not alone.
So what’s a busy, stressed out, tired mom to do on a days like these?
Something that helps me get out of bed on such mornings is taking a minute to think about why I have to. My children need me. I’m their mother and that means I can’t call in sick. No matter how tired or lazy I am feeling, I can’t let them feel the brunt of it. They need me and that’s a very empowering thing. So I get up and (try to) put a smile on my face and start the day. Usually on a day like this I’ll try to do something extra fun like go to a park, or the library, or take the girls out to lunch. It brings me joy to see them happy and having fun and sometimes that is all I need to brighten up my day!
My alarm went off at 7:15 this morning. It’s a school day for Brinley which means no slugging around in our pajamas until 10:30. So Scott goes up to get Nora as she’s happily babbling away in her crib and then he walks in to see Brinley. Usually she sees him and wakes right up and starts running her high pitched mouth immediately (which wakes everyone else who was still half asleep right up as well).
Anyway, today Scott goes into her room. She gives him one look then rolls over and pulls the covers up over her head!! I manage to drag myself out of bed and go in to her room to see if she’ll wake up for me and she just continues to lay there with her eyes closed refusing to get out of bed. Umm, Hello!! when did you turn into a teenager??
Brinley has always been an awesome sleeper. She started sleeping through the night at six weeks old and has never strayed. She usually sleeps until around 8am but occasionally sleeps later. Like one day last week she slept until almost 10:30!! That was crazy. I thought it was a fluke thing until she slept until almost 9:30 the following morning. Maybe I need to start putting her to bed earlier, but she’s already in bed (usually) by 8pm and putting her to bed any earlier would mean that she would see even less of Scott at night. And really, she doesn’t seem tired enough to put her to bed any earlier. Oh and if you’re wondering, she stopped napping about a year ago, so I don’t think that is a solution.
If this is any indication of things to come, she is going to be impossible to get out of bed for school when she’s a teenager!
Why is it so hard for me to wake up in the morning? It’s not like 6:30am is really even that early. In my past life, when I was working outside of the home, I was up much earlier than that. In fact, most mornings I was at work by 7am after a forty-five minute to an hour commute. That means I was getting up at about 5:30ish. I can’t even fathom getting out of bed that early these days. But why is waking up so freakin’ hard? It’s not due to lack of sleep. I am usually in bed by 11pm which means that I’m averaging about seven and a half hours of sleep per night. That’s more than most people I know.
The only logical answer to why I have such a hard time getting out of the bed in the morning is… (drum roll please)… KIDS! Specifically, my own kids. Because, in my past life, I was also facing kids every day. I was a teacher. It’s different now though. When I was teaching and didn’t have my own offspring, I could still ease into my morning. I could stumble to the shower still half asleep while the warm water slowly woke me up (or made me more tired). I could get dressed, eyes half opened (as long as I had picked out my outfit the night before), and head to the kitchen for some coffee and a bowl of cereal – all at my own pace (well as long as I made it to work on time).
What’s different now is that there is no easing into the morning. When I wake up at 6:30am now, it’s usually to the sound of a baby babbling (though often times she’s fussing because I’ve left her in the crib past her happy babbling period). There is no warm shower to greet me and slowly wake me up. Instead it’s a bright eyed baby girl who wants to eat… NOW! So at 6:34am, I’m still in my pajamas, eyes still more than half shut, 17lb baby in hand, shuffling down the stairs, fumbling to get my baby girl some food. During this time I’m usually greeted by a the well rested, high pitched voice of my three and a half year old. She is more than ready to start the day but I have still not had my coffee, damn it!
Don’t get me wrong, I love my girls more than life itself. I just miss being able to ease into the day. Like I said, it’s not about getting enough sleep, because I feel like I do. It’s about having to begin a mother’s work without having had a cup of coffee first!
I would gladly award a prize to anyone who can come up with a way to remedy this situation. And please do not suggest that I get up earlier than said kids so that I can have my coffee before they are rearing to go. I’m just not willing to do that.